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Tuesday, April 23, 2013

A-Z: Telepathy in the Tunnels

A - Z Challenge 2013:

The Paranormal Case Files of Indigo Eady

Hey bloggers! I’m Indigo Eady and I play the leading role in
Givin’ Up The Ghost, A Guilty Ghost Surprised and Second
Death, written by Gwen Gardner. I've had some pretty interesting
paranormal experiences, to say the least. I mean, just look at those titles!

So I’ve
been asked by Gwen to host and share some of my paranormal case files for the
A-Z Challenge.

I’m
always happy to help Gwen out. Right now I’m trying to get on her good side so
she’ll ease up on the clumsy angle of my character. And maybe she’ll even give
me a little more confidence, especially around boys. Oh, and I’d totally love
it if she made my bubble butt just a little bit smaller. So—you know—if you
enjoy my case files, maybe you could put in a good word for me…

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T is for Telepathy.

Telepathy or thought transference is a sort of mental
communication. I hesitate to talk about it because I read that people who are
likely to believe in it are schizophrenic. You know—people who hear voices in
their heads that tell them to do things like kill people. They put those people
on medication or lock them away. But I swear I’ve only experienced it once. And
I was the person doing the communicating, not the one hearing voices in my head
telling me to do things.

Without going into details, we were looking for a missing
body to wrap up a case we were on. Well, the killer was looking for the body,
too, to hide it better before the officials found it. We only knew where to
look because Hannah told us the most like place: the tunnels.

Today, most of the
existing tunnels were part of the new sewer and drainage system. Certain
tunnels led all the way from the river into the city, and lay beneath shops,
banks and pubs, long forgotten. Except by those who still used them.
Unfortunately we ran into the killer in the tunnels, and he was the one with
the gun. Fortunately, Bart’s spirit appeared and helped us out:

“Listen Indigo, up
ahead the path levels and widens out. It’s a chance for you to escape. Take the
right fork. It leads up and intersects with the path you came down.”

I nodded
imperceptibly.

“I’m going to cause
a diversion. I’ve been practicing.”

I didn’t know how I
could alert the others. I fervently began to say in my mind, over and over
again; right fork, right fork, right fork. I directed it at the back of Simon’s
head. He had never shown any signs of psychic ability, but he did come from a
long line of them.

Not the best time
for a lesson, but nothing to lose at this point. I mean other than our lives,
but they were on the line anyway.

I concentrated
harder than I ever had, willing Simon to hear me in his head.

And suddenly, he
turned to me, a strange look on his face. I took the opportunity, with my hand
in front of me, to point right with my thumb. He nodded his understanding, amazement
mingling with fear on his face.

We were approaching
the designated area, and I worried about whether Bart could actually cause a
diversion. And then I remembered the snug storm, and was glad for it.

When the time came,
I didn’t look back, only yelled, “RUN!”
The sound of Andy slipping and shouting behind me urged me on.

Not only did the
others not hesitate, but they took the right fork. I didn’t stop to think about
it, just ran up as fast as I dared. Last in line and nearest to Andy, I had to
put more distance between us. A shot rent the air. A responding hunk of rock
leapt beside me, fragments stinging my cheeks.

Very tense moment!I've always thought telepathy would be a great attribute. To be able to communicate with someone too far away to hear you. To share a private conversation in a crowd. That's why I used it in my books. It added depth.